UNCOVERED

I was in my room, outside was dark, and I looked at my alarm clock.

11:45

Dad had gone out to the pub a few hours before, he promised me he would be back by 9:00. I let the worry sink in.

It was cold, as if dementors were slipping through the air around me, surrounding me, suffocating me.

A thick volume rest in my lap, but I wasn't pay attention to it.

I sunk from my bed to the cold, hardwood floors, wearing nothing but boxer shorts, and an oversized t-shirt.

My bushy hair was slick, from the late night shower I had taken.

I walked to my door, my feet dragging as I was dreading of what I would see.

I could see policemen at the door, telling mum that dad has been in a car accident.

I could see Dumbledore at the door, telling mum that dad had been murdered.

I couldn't see what was in front of me, mentally not physically, for my mind was drowning in the thoughts, possibilities that weren't happening.

I walk through the cherry wood hallway of my small, cheap, muggle house. That house was, is, and never will be as comforting as the burrow.

I come to the kitchen; and see something that will haunt my lifeless mind forever.

Dad had come home, silently drunk, mum tried to help him, and he stabbed her.

The person who helped bring me into the world, my father, my dad, my hero, how could he do this?

Rage flared inside me, being reasonable is now gone, dead, like mum. The fire of revenge etched its way to the surface. Killing any thought of knowledge that told me not to hurt him.

In the memory of my mother I will surface from my shell of protection and reveal my anger upon the man I once loved.

I am uncovered.

Suddenly I found myself on the front porch of the burrow, blood and bruises covering my person.

I am hurt, I am at the place where I once felt love, and comfort, maybe I will feel that once again, but I think I might be too drowned in hurt that there won't ever be a cure.

I am uncovered, I am hurt, I am alone in this world, and I am numb.